Catnipped 4
Title: Catnipped 4
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, catboy!Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Drug abuse
Word count: 435
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a gift for harrysexmagick in thanks for the "catnipped" icon.
Summary: Draco od's on 'nip.
By the time Harry flipped his cell phone shut and rushed into the kitchen, Malfoy had merrily strewn the bag of catnip all over the floor and was rolling in it while making happy, trilling noises in his throat.
"Gah!" cried Harry. "Bad cat! Bad cat!" He attempted to clean up the dried catnip, only to have Malfoy growl and bat at his hands. "Stop that!" Harry scolded, trying to shoo Malfoy away. It became a battle to see if Harry could scoop up the spilled herb faster than Malfoy could wallow in it.
~*~
Five minutes later
Harry sat on the sofa and watched in a sort of horrified fascination as Draco Malfoy pelted through his house, careening off of walls and banking off the furniture. Harry's wand was held loosely in his hands, and he had been using it to rescue the small, fragile items that Malfoy's manic dashes had dislodged or upended. With a suddenness that was astonishing, Malfoy abruptly flung himself onto the living room floor and lay there panting.
Cautiously, eyes never leaving his house guest, Harry flipped open his cell phone and called Hermione. Without preamble, he asked, "What happens when cats overdose on catnip?" He heard Hermione groan.
"How much did he have?"
"I don't know."
A sigh. "Typically, Crookshanks rushes about like a mad thing and then falls into a stupor."
"We're at stupor stage," Harry informed her.
"Let him sleep it off then."
Harry snickered. "You make him sound like a drunkard!"
"You won't find this so amusing if he sicks up on your floor."
Harry sobered instantly. "Will he do that?"
"Probably not, but only feed him small amounts until you're certain he won't be ill."
Hermione dispensed some further advice and offered encouragement before ending the conversation. Harry stepped over Malfoy's prone form on his way to the kitchen where he finished tidying up from breakfast before returning to the living room. He approached Malfoy and carefully nudged him with his foot. Malfoy yawned hugely and rolled onto his side, ears twitching beneath his blond hair.
Harry sat on the sofa with a copy of the latest issue of a popular Quidditch magazine and soon found himself engrossed in an article on his favorite team. Harry had all but forgotten about Malfoy until a soft, distressed "Merow?" snared his attention. Harry looked up to find Malfoy sitting up and looking back at him with wide eyes. As Harry watched in horror, Malfoy's body lurched, and he threw up all over the living room carpet.
~tbc~
Catnipped 5
Author: enchanted_jae
Characters: Harry, catboy!Draco
Rating: PG
Warning(s): Drug abuse
Word count: 435
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This was written for fun, not for profit.
Author's note: Written as a gift for harrysexmagick in thanks for the "catnipped" icon.
Summary: Draco od's on 'nip.
By the time Harry flipped his cell phone shut and rushed into the kitchen, Malfoy had merrily strewn the bag of catnip all over the floor and was rolling in it while making happy, trilling noises in his throat.
"Gah!" cried Harry. "Bad cat! Bad cat!" He attempted to clean up the dried catnip, only to have Malfoy growl and bat at his hands. "Stop that!" Harry scolded, trying to shoo Malfoy away. It became a battle to see if Harry could scoop up the spilled herb faster than Malfoy could wallow in it.
~*~
Five minutes later
Harry sat on the sofa and watched in a sort of horrified fascination as Draco Malfoy pelted through his house, careening off of walls and banking off the furniture. Harry's wand was held loosely in his hands, and he had been using it to rescue the small, fragile items that Malfoy's manic dashes had dislodged or upended. With a suddenness that was astonishing, Malfoy abruptly flung himself onto the living room floor and lay there panting.
Cautiously, eyes never leaving his house guest, Harry flipped open his cell phone and called Hermione. Without preamble, he asked, "What happens when cats overdose on catnip?" He heard Hermione groan.
"How much did he have?"
"I don't know."
A sigh. "Typically, Crookshanks rushes about like a mad thing and then falls into a stupor."
"We're at stupor stage," Harry informed her.
"Let him sleep it off then."
Harry snickered. "You make him sound like a drunkard!"
"You won't find this so amusing if he sicks up on your floor."
Harry sobered instantly. "Will he do that?"
"Probably not, but only feed him small amounts until you're certain he won't be ill."
Hermione dispensed some further advice and offered encouragement before ending the conversation. Harry stepped over Malfoy's prone form on his way to the kitchen where he finished tidying up from breakfast before returning to the living room. He approached Malfoy and carefully nudged him with his foot. Malfoy yawned hugely and rolled onto his side, ears twitching beneath his blond hair.
Harry sat on the sofa with a copy of the latest issue of a popular Quidditch magazine and soon found himself engrossed in an article on his favorite team. Harry had all but forgotten about Malfoy until a soft, distressed "Merow?" snared his attention. Harry looked up to find Malfoy sitting up and looking back at him with wide eyes. As Harry watched in horror, Malfoy's body lurched, and he threw up all over the living room carpet.
~tbc~
Catnipped 5